Hands Up (Grant Mohrman 'Outta Control' Remix)

Lyrics

Let’s go
Yo takin' the game back,
Point blank, aim gats
We both *** from the same *** sack

Laugh with no pain, never go glitzy
Pop thug, my necklace dangle my M-60
Outta control now
Half of the globe

Raps and wreaks of wackness
Cover your nose
So take your weeks of practice
Back, you freakin' flow

In a geeky accent, "Callin' all freaks!"
That's what you get, get got it? Good
Yo Cheap, we got a smash hit
Knock on wood

That's it, put your hands up
They can't stand us
Dig a big pit the size of the Grand Canyon
Push 'em over the cliff

You nutty as squirrel ***
Thinkin' you're so sick
But I carry the cure
Lots of sleep, plenty of *** and blow

Now who wants it with the S.O.B.? Let's go!
Stand up! C'mon, and if ya like it say uh
Ya like it, say yeah
Ya love it, say come on

So get up! And if it's hype, say uh
Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!
Hands up! C'mon, and if ya like it, say uh
Ya like it, say yeah

You love it say come on
So get up! And if it's hype, say come on
Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!
Yo waking up early

Goin' to work is a joke
So deep, with no sleep
It hurts when you're dope
So I, picked up a pen

And squirt a couple of quotes
While I dream and hurdle over your hoax
Blowin' steam like, it's all murder
Incite the right words to

Fight, I might serve ya mic, and vice-versa
Spillin' my ink on a piece of paper
Slowly I sink, I think I'm a freak of nature
So I, step it up now

Outta control, about to explode
I'm in the house, countin' my dough
Bounce and I roll
Pick up a half ounce of the ***, psyche

You don't even smoke punk
You're stuck in the strobelight
Back to the beginning
With scar tissue and celibate thoughts

I'm in the dark with artificial intelligence
Never before seen, it's the untold legacy
Rippin' it, tearin' the mics up, stash the weaponry
Stand up! C'mon, and if ya like it say uh

Ya like it, say yeah
Ya love it, say come on
So get up! And if it's hype, say uh
Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!

Hands up! C'mon, and if ya like it, say uh
Ya like it, say yeah
You love it say come on
So get up! And if it's hype, say come on

Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!
Let’s go, hands up
Yo I still fade 'em, rep L.A
West up 'till death, but I'm a New York native

818 rock outta control, we so fresh, you know
No one except us, runs the west coast
You're best to, mind your biz and stay useless
I'ma take a swing at your brain and Babe Ruth it

Ruthless gangsta, definition of sick
Is Ryu and Tak together, we the weapon and clip
Yo pop it and cork it, a wild horse
I like the way it flows

Mix a little with Style Warz
Cabernet and Merlot
I'm sayin' it's got me, swingin' fo' sho
Speakin'...language in prose

So my name'll get known
It's like...makin' a record
You gotta chase it or catch it
I keep spittin' this image

With no escapin' the method
While I'm sittin' on the wall
In between two women
And I can't even decide

I'm in the pool swimmin' like
Stand up! C'mon, and if ya like it say uh
Ya like it, say yeah
Ya love it, say come on

So get up! And if it's hype, say uh
Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!
Hands up! C'mon, and if ya like it, say uh
Ya like it, say yeah

You love it say come on
So get up! And if it's hype, say come on
Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!
Yo Cheapshot's always outta control, uh!

Vin Skully, gettin' outta control
You know my man double-O gettin' outta control, uh!
Spytech Records always outta control, uh!
And that's it

Come on